9.5.07 | Chance Meetings...
You must have travelled thousands of miles- millions of miles even, in your journey to reach me. I can only marvel at the intense cold of your long journey, and the white-heat of your arrival, and the finale of your life that was furious and triumphant and above all, as beautiful as it was brief.
But such a chance meeting....
Today, the Saturnyne closeted himself within his halls to brood in the gloom and shadows. Curtains closed, doors sealed. In the evening he ate a light salad and read from aged and dusty tomes, the strange and mystical stories that he delights in.
In the late evening, on a whim, he parted a pair of curtains looking out onto his small back yard with a desire to see the cat who had befriended him and his family recently.
She was not there, but just at that very moment you revealed yourself to me and burst across my vision from right to left, your purpose clear, your aim true, leaving a trail of flame and sparks that brought the night to life even as you died. I could almost imagine you singing your delight at such a glorious end.
I have never seen a shooting star so bright, nor can i even begin to try and guess the odds of seeing you at that very moment i thrust the curtains aside, and with such a limited view of the night sky, too. Sometimes i think i am given gifts from God or whoever controls this damned Universe.
Perhaps you saw me too, and smiled at my mouth open in an exclamation of "!"
It is good to know that you touch even one person beautifully before you die, i think. I, for my part, will add you to my ever lengthening list of cherished memories and hope you will be one of the last i forget. I love you. Sleep well.